THE Intrusion is not my cup of tea, but is fine as an sample of single-minded, riveting hardcore porn devoted to a subject that cannot actually be treated adequately by mainstream cinema. Like Oshima's groundbreaking in the kingdom of the senses (same vintage as this American film), it is spellbinding but repulsive. The secret is to take one's work seriously, which is what the anonymous filmmaker hiding behind the moniker "Arthur Nouveau" did. He painstakingly sets up an all-to-real situation, the viewer to live throughout it, and lastly releases us at the end in the manner of porn's stablemate genre in morbidity, horror. Kim Pope is ideally cast as an gracious but mousy housewife living somewhere in Ny State (film's setting is not given, but it could be Westchester, for sample. Her loving spouse Levi Richards is quite protective, and opening reel depicts a kind of blissful Eisenhower-era suburbia, except this is the '70s so we start with XXX-footage of em making love on the kitchen floor. But as in a short time as hubby leaves, a creep posing as an insurance salesman acquires his foot in the proverbial door. Instead of haranguing Kim with annuity proposals, that guy knocks her for a loop and the rest of the hour-long feature is torture-porn designed to kindle the male viewer. Only variation is that kindly neighbour Lynn Bishop shows up midway on schedule and is to partake in being alongside Kim. This is the outline for a thousand porn or greater quantity not long ago bondage epics, but the intrusion makes it work by carefully taking care of business and not diverting with filler or comic relief. Michael is so matter-of-fact a pervert as "the intruder" that that guy disarms the viewer -we can't take him for everything greater quantity than a of nature, and an all-too-real danger that keeps majority of us (especially us New Yorkers) carefully tucked away in our apartments late at night. The banality of cruel is a familiar theme, well-executed here. Pope, who is one of the great porn genre actresses, and who had already made the history books co-starring in Damiano's brilliant Memories Within Miss Aggie, is utterly convincing, resisting to the bitter end. He has to resort to whipping out a dissolute looking knife to receive her to cooperate at all, and the film's almost all chilling, overly realistic sequence has him inserting it (handle 1st thank God) into Kim's cunt. Of course, the knife is the instrument of the film's shock ending. After that effective climax lastly provides release from an hour of tension, film ends artfully on peaceful shots of the house's exterior as we listen to lovely sounds of nature outside. What horrors are lying inside, repressed; just as we watch nightly on the 11:00 news the latest tale of what went on this day behind closed doors, with the de rigeur interviews with shocked "they appeared to be so normal" neighbors' reactions. The 2 leads are terrific, and one as well as the other Bishop and Richards as Kim's spouse are ok in greater amount functional assignments. Electronic music score is used jarringly to maintain a sense of unease through.